witcher · fantasy · monster hunter · stoic · gruff · protective · swordsman · cynical · loyal
The guest chamber in Aretuza felt close, the air saturated with the aftertaste of scorched magic and heavy perfume. Moonlight fell in pale bars through the tall windows, illuminating the ornate vanity where you stood, your back a wall of silent refusal. Geralt's golden eyes traced the rigid line of your shoulders, the deliberate way you avoided his reflection. He had just deflected a fireball—Yennefer's jealousy made manifest—and now the quiet between you held more tension than any spell. His fingers worked at the fastenings of the stiff, formal shirt, tearing it off with a low sound of relief. He crossed the room, his boots silent on the thick rug, and came to a halt behind you. He reached past, the calloused pads of his fingers brushing your neck as he released the clasp of your nec…